As I find myself ready to pop, I have been reflecting a on the funniest moments of the pregnancy. We have had a lot of laughs but one story is standing out for me today. over the summer we had two guys working for us on occasion to help prepare the property for the wedding we hosted. One day in August we sat and discussed work activities for the fall, what we would do after the wedding. I talked about my big brush clearing project and how I intended to spend the third trimester out clearing brush our property. Keep in mind these were 23-year-old guys as strong as oxen and hard workers. At the time I was exhausted all the time by the pregnancy and wasn’t able to keep up well with the outside work. In that context I was sitting there making the claim that within two months I would be out even more pregnant with a chainsaw clearing brush from our mountain property.
Life sometimes finds me caught in a moment in which I realize how absolutely ridiculous I am. I was rambling about brushclearing and look at these guys at my dining room table, the looks on their faces, and thought “I am ridiculous.” Of course I could’ve just voiced how ridiculous I was being, but why do that? Instead I chose escalation.
I sat back in my chair and I proclaimed, “The biggest problem with my plan is that I don’t own a pair of chaps.”
The looks on their faces, of course, were priceless. And on a dime one responded, “You’re right. Get the chaps, then all we need is a camera so that we can make a calendar for your husband.” The mental image of an eight month pregnant woman and in chaps with a chainsaw was just about more than we could stand. I couldn’t stop laughing. Of course I never got the chaps and don’t know if I would have the guts to make such calendar and yet somehow the lack of the calendar may be something I look back on with regret.
We had a great runner up moment just two days ago while taking pictures of my pregnant self. For about a month I realized that we really missed an opportunity. My father that tips the scale at about 300 pounds has an abdominal hernia. He started a diet this summer which as been very successful. It struck me that he is losing and I am gaining and we really needed monthly photos of us standing side-by-side to chart our progress. And so here I am at 39 1/2 weeks and finally got the picture. I realize it’s a tease posting about a picture and yet not posting the picture, but some things are better left private. I will say I laughed so hard I nearly went into labor. My mother reported to me, “You win.”
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